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Back at the village, Wren wasn’t faring much better than Jerome, but at least she knew why she wasn’t at the apartment. Poor Jerome must be frantic, not knowing what’s going on. She couldn’t stay at home but she didn’t want to hang around outside either, seeing the settlement gates teasing her every minute. She decided to go to the library and bury herself in a book or two.
She loved to read and felt sorry that Jerome was missing out on the wonders of reading. He was being spoon-fed a diet of visual entertainment, movies and TV shows which decided for him what characters looked like, how they spoke, and the locations they existed in. Nothing could beat the power of the imagination to create a world or a character; no two people saw the same image in a book. Jerome was missing out on s
